Everyone Knows...

George Washington

...about Presidential Portraits, yes?  

Those official paintings / pictures of the POTUS for historical archives, meant to capture the essence of the man.

For a time, each of these men were charged with preserving, protecting and defending the Constitution of the United States.

Some were destined for greatness...

Abraham Lincoln

...demonstrating tremendous strength of character, acknowledging their dependence on Providence and standing tall during times of national crises.

Others...

Dementia Joe

...well, not so much.

Mercy.

In keeping with my interest in vintage / mid century modern photography, I recently bought this on ebay:

That's a Kodak Brownie Starflash camera, circa 1960.

It takes 127 roll film and type M2 flashbulbs:

It'll be awhile before I have pics to share, but I'm looking forward to blinding my subjects with some good old fashioned flash photography.

Say fromage...

They say March comes in like a lion...

...but this coming Friday is looking pretty lamb-like to me.

The average temps at the end of February here in Michigan range from 23 degrees for a low to 35 for a high.

Other than Thursday - leap day, which is just about spot on - all the rest look like refugees from mid-April.

I'm not complaining - 

I've practiced outside more this winter than every other winter combined - but it has been bizarro weather.

Speaking of Leap Day, there's an archaic tradition that on February 29th ladies are allowed to propose to men.

(Not to be confused with Al Capp's Sadie Hawkins Day:

That's sort of the Appalachian / Hillbilly version.)

As recently as 2010 there was a movie loosely based on this tradition:

Now this has no meaning since, in our great wisdom, we've lost the basic ability to even define what a woman is.

Not to worry; God will sort this out in His time:

"For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God.

"For it is written, 'I will destroy the wisdom of the wise, and will bring to nothing the understanding of the prudent.'"

 - I Corinthians 1: 18,19

Our day is coming.

Let's 23 Skidoo:

love the opening scenes of All Creatures Great And Small

just because I like this pic of our courtyard

aw...thanks, honey

love those eyes

my dear aunt velma and her beloved hound belvedere

As you storm the exits and race back to the real world, here's a little something to tuck in your back pocket:

later, mcm fans...

Did You Remember...

...to get your Cupid on?  

For your sake, I certainly hope so...no point in meeting the same fate as <St. Valentine>...or even <The Bugs Moran Gang>.

For our part we eschewed the crowds and dined in, enjoying hobo dinners on the grill with pink champagne:

Now that's some good eatin' right there.

It was also <Pale Blue Dot Day>...

...which proves exactly the opposite of what astronomer Carl Sagan hypothesized.

Hope you enjoyed a great Valentine's Day.

It's been a while, but my co-worker shared this beautiful picture of his happy sons, so it's time once again for the Twins Report:

From months in intensive care to handsome, healthy baby boys, thanks to the hard work of amazing doctors and nurses, buoyed by answered prayers of family and friends.

From Psalms 127:

"Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is His reward.

As arrows are in the hands of a mighty man, so are children of the youth.

Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them..."

My co-worker is a very happy man.

Well, he done dooded it.

TK shoved and raged at his coach during the Swiftie Bowl - presumably because he wasn't getting enough touches (or something).

In so doing, he brought down the wrath of his main squeeze's cult following upon his pointed head:

Ms. S will probably ignore this so called red flag - after all, she's Taylor Swift! 

The NFL Commish curries her favor!  Pundits proclaim her a kingmaker!  Slavish pre-teen fans merit their own column heading in national consumer spending reports!

As Queen of the Swiftieverse, she's no doubt convinced her big, bad, boy toy is submissively tethered to her diamond studded leash.

Until he proves her wrong, of course - curse his toxic masculinity!

Then what?

Someone should clue TK he's already morphing into fodder for her next platinum breakup album.

Winter recently mounted a half hearted comeback:

Dropped a couple of inches of the white stuff on us, and temps stayed below freezing for a couple of days.

However, if the weather geeks are right it ain't gonna last.

Forecasts are calling for temps in the 40's for much of the coming week.

If they're right, you know what that means:

Unlike Henny Youngman who once said -

- I'm actually making some progress during this extended thaw we've been having.

Sadly, the acid test is still a couple of months away.

In the meantime, I'm definitely enjoying this very unusual winter.

Time to 23 skidoo!  See ya in the funny pages, kiddo...

 
1950's housewife humor

 
1920's flapper humor

spinning some new vinyl recommended by #1 grandson

look!  up in the sky(light)...it's Buddy Boy!

if the pros hit the rough more than half the time, what chance do I have?

looking at the castle from beyond the moat

an Aldi's special

In honor of Valentine's Day, I leave you with this lovely poem from the great Robert Burns, circa 1794:

<A Red, Red Rose>

later, mcm fans...

It's Swiftie Bowl Weekend...

...and I couldn't care less.   

That cake is supposedly from a Meijer store here in Michigan; whoever came up with it deserves a bonus.

While Old Man Winter remains on vacation I'm still swinging my hickory sticks in my backyard.

England's Harry Vardon, circa 1913...6 time British Open champion and one of the greatest golfers of all time.  Note the decidedly bent left arm.

Pretty sure my days are numbered, however; another week of mid-30's to low 40's and then I've got to believe we'll be back in the deep freeze.

recently spotted by our birdfeeder...no, really...

Even then I may try to get some practice in:

Might have to paint the balls orange.

This past week a new line of defense was gift wrapped for criminals everywhere, courtesy of Special Counsel Robert Hur:

not to be confused with his smarter brother Ben-

That's the lackey appointed by Department Of Injustice head Merrick Garland to investigate our favorite faux prez and nursing home escapee, Dementia Joe...

...for keeping classified documents in his garage "near my 'Vette!".

(But remember, it was a locked garage.)

In his report, Hur wrote this:

“Our investigation uncovered evidence that President Biden willfully retained and disclosed classified materials after his vice presidency when he was a private citizen.

“He knew he kept classified information in notebooks stored in his house and he knew he was not allowed to do so."

Seems pretty cut and dried, yes?

So what are the consequences for this obviously illegal act?

In a word, nothing.

This is not a surprise for the most corrupt and incompetent administration in the modern era.

No one with an IQ larger than their shoe size expects anyone associated with the Biden crime family to do the right thing or obey the laws they're sworn to uphold.

But the reason Hur gave for letting the demented weasel off the hook raised a few eyebrows:

"Mr. Biden would likely present himself to a jury, as he did during our interview of him, as a sympathetic, well-meaning, elderly man with a poor memory,” the special counsel said.

“We conclude that no criminal charges are warranted in this matter."

So there you have it, an unassailable and bulletproof line of defense for your next crime:

"I have a poor memory."

Who knew it could be so simple?

Henceforth known as the Biden "I'm A Moron" Defense, this will revolutionize criminal law nationwide.

Just remember, "I can't remember".

May God have mercy on our failing nation.

Quick, before I blow a gasket, let's 23 Skidoo:

when the insurance company wants a diagram of the accident

by Lake Macatawa on a recent sunny day

I've arrived at that age where I look better at a distance from behind

another reto 35mm picture

do those baby blues look surprised or guilty?  you be the judge.

As you drift into the ether of whatever space / time continuum you're currently occupying, take this eternal truth with you:

later, mcm fans...